Taste of Temptation (10 page)

His gaze worked back up to her mouth. Her lips fell open; she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop her tongue from wetting her lips in invitation, either. He lifted his gaze to hers and she sucked in a deep breath, bracing for attack.

Tilting her head just so, he slanted his mouth across hers. His tongue slid deep, conquering and claiming every inch of her. This was no little torment or play; this was total domination. His mouth took hers, his tongue thrusting like his body would, not fast, not unsure, but deep and steady, demanding thrusts which left her no defense. One, two, and she quivered, crying out softly into his mouth as climax roared through her. Her hands scrambled on the table, her body shaking against his. She finally got one hand under the table, her left, and reached for his groin.

He made a rough sound against her lips, his hips jerking, thrusting his erection firmly into her palm. God, he was big and hard, swelled against those black jeans. Her body tightened down all over again, aching to feel him sliding inside, claiming her as his mouth had just done.

Releasing her mouth, he bent his head and lightly kissed her shoulder. The waiter approached with their ticket, so Conn gently peeled her hand off him, placing a kiss in her palm. She could only sit there, panting quietly, trying not to rub herself all over him. She'd just climaxed in the middle of a busy restaurant. From a kiss. Had anybody noticed? Torn between embarrassment and need, she kept her gaze down.

Her hard nipples were very, very prominent against the thin white of the dress. She crossed her arms, hoping the waiter didn't get an eyeful. Noticing her discomfort, Conn slipped his leather jacket around her shoulders. The coat was heavy around her, smelling incredibly of leather and him. Wrapped in that coat, she fought not to rub her face against it and see if she could come again.

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Amber Grayson's dates never seem to measure up. That is, until Brian Matthers—the boy from high school who sparked such intense longing in her, no other man could compare—returns to her life.

When Amber and Brian come together, their powerful chemistry overwhelms them both, leading them to fall hard and fast. But betrayals are easy to believe when things seem too good to be true, and the romance ends as fast as it starts.

Only Brian and Amber have had a taste of the heat between them, and a taste isn't nearly enough. Nothing is hotter than make-up sex ... except break up sex and when the two indulge in no-strings attached sex tempers flare and barbs fly. Brian quickly discovers that the only thing more intense than Amber's wrath is her passion.

Embarking on a relationship that is strictly sexual and gratifies their most torrid fantasies, they soon find that abiding by the unspoken rule of strictly sex proves more challenging than either of them expected.

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Consumed

Amber was tucked into Brian's chest, soaking his tee-shirt with the sodden fabric of her own. Her breasts pressed flat against him as he lifted her with one arm and carried her out of the bar.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?” she hissed, pushing out of his grasp.

Dumbfounded, he stared back at her. “Are you freaking kidding me, Amber? If I'd known your goal was to get mauled by a bunch of strangers, I would have offered you a second drink to splash over your tits, given you a leg up to stand on the bar."

"Screw you, Brian. I was fine. That guy was grabby, but I was fine.” Her voice faltered slightly, giving away her shaken state.

He yanked the shirt off and held it out. If he was going to get arrested, he'd at least leave Amber with a little coverage.

He shoved the shirt towards her. “Here, put this on."

She looked down at it like he was offering her rancid meat.

"That's it.” He stalked over to her, grabbed her shoulders and spun her so she faced the darkened glass of a closed storefront. “Look!"

Amber gasped at her reflection, crossing her bare arms over her chest. “Give it to me!” She grabbed for the shirt and quickly slipped it on. The absence of her ample bosom was a bittersweet victory. Brian leaned forward, trying to control the delivery of his words. “Are you here with anyone? Can someone take you home?"

She was still looking in the glass at the image of herself now wrapped in Brian's shirt. “No. I had a crappy day at work, made a stupid mistake—my head ... anyway, I just wanted to get out and burn off some steam. Danny was going to meet me during his break, but some delivery got screwed up and he had to run out. So it was just me. I didn't think I'd see you here. I figured it was the last place you'd go."

She turned to face him. Her eyes glittered with tears for a second before she turned and walked toward her apartment.

Brian's fingertips tingled where he'd wanted to run them over her cheek and soothe away that look of sadness. He stepped back and searched the bar window for Neil, who was nowhere to be found. Maybe Miss Giggles had gotten lucky, or maybe Neil was in the john, but either way, Brian didn't have time to stick around and find out.

Amber was already pushing the corner when he caught up with her.

She shot him a scathing glance and kept walking. “What are you doing out here?"

"Amber, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your night. I want to make sure you get home, okay? The way you look right now, it's probably not a good idea for you to be walking alone.” She had on tight grey Capri pants that hugged her ass in a way that told the story of someone who ran religiously. With every breeze, his shirt billowed open, revealing the soaked little baby tee that cropped off at just about the bottom of her ribs and left a sexy expanse of flat abdomen for the casual observer's viewing pleasure. With all that skin and swell, there was no way he could let her walk home alone.

"That's awfully noble of you, Brian, but I don't need your help."

"Well, do you want me to call Eric to come and get you?"

"What the hell? Eric is probably off banging some intern tonight. Even if he's not, no, the last thing I want is you calling him. And not that it's any of your damn business, but Eric isn't here because Eric and I are not together.” She finished, jutting her chin at him.

He took a long stride and grabbed her arm, pulling her even with him. “What do you mean you aren't together? Tonight? Or at all anymore?"

"At all. What's wrong with you? Why do you care?"

He shouldn't care. It shouldn't matter if she was single or not. He knew she was a cheater and she'd made one out of him. She wasn't the kind of girl he wanted to know much about. But he couldn't help the way she was ruling his mind, which made him all the angrier. “Actually, screw that. I don't care."

"I didn't think so. Here's your shirt back. Take a hike."

She pulled the oversized shirt off, tossed it back to him and stomped off.

He would have loved to take a hike. To get as far away from those perfect tits and jewel-hard nipples pointing through her shirt, as he could. Remove himself from temptation. God knew that any poor bastard who wanted to have a try at Amber tonight would be lucky to get away with his life. But of course, he couldn't do it. She would be inside her apartment with the door locked before he'd walk away.

"I'm walking you home, then I will gladly take a hike."

"Ah, his chivalry extends beyond fucking in public and then dumping at the nearest street corner."

Blood rushed up his neck and into his head. “That is bullshit and you know it. You started that in the club and I'm pretty sure you loved every damn second of it as much as I did. And as for the street corner,
you
ended it there. Eric showing up must have been a bit of a surprise. How'd you manage to explain me away? Oh, wait, you aren't together anymore. That why you're out alone tonight? Looking for another dick to fill your void?"

"You're a prick. I don't need to go out to get stuffed, asshole. And as phenomenal a fuck as you are, that's all you're good for. I've got a dildo as big as you and it's a lot less complicated."

She shouldn't have told him that. It was information he shouldn't have. His mind flooded with images of her kneeling on the floor, legs spread, her wet pussy taking in a giant rod. His chest got tight and he felt all that boiling blood in his neck plummet to his cock. They were at the sidewalk stairs to her building. He grabbed her by the arm, spun her around to face him.

"You were a fantasy, Brian. One rock hard fantastic fantasy. But the reality of you isn't so attractive.” She tried to yank her arm out of his grasp, but her statement had shocked him and he held firm.

"That's what this was about, Amber? Some high school crush ... some old fantasy? That's what you said, right? Did you feel like the prom queen fucking me?"

Her eyes smoldered as he held her there, a subtle smile curving at the corners of her mouth. He tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her a step closer. Her breath caught as she pushed ineffectually against him, her eyes flashing anger and something more. “Fuck the prom queen. It was better than that."

The overhead streetlamp cast a yellow cone of illumination over them, enough light for Brian to see every ridge and bump of her nipple through the damp shirt. God help him, but he reached out and grazed her nipple with the pad of his thumb, pushing his palm roughly up against the bottom curve, squeezing it hard.

Amber sucked in her breath and then let it out with a slow hiss, leaning in to his grasp. “Damn you."

He trapped the erect nub between his fingers, rolling it tightly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth against it. She looked like she was going to come on the spot, and then kill him within seconds. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “So I'm good for a fuck?"

"And not one damn thing more."

Her breath was coming in short pants as he pulled at her, their eyes locked together, aggression and arousal sparking between them.

"Better than that dildo you have upstairs?"

He tweaked the nipple with a pinch until she bit her lip and took a short step closer to him.

"I don't know. It just came today."

"I'm flattered."

"Don't be. I hate you."

He tugged her closer, holding her captive, eliciting a small cry from her and turning his cock to stone in the process. Her parted lips and smoldering eyes were an irresistible invitation. Lowering his head, he brushed his mouth against hers, probing with his tongue as he pinched her nipple harder. She shuddered, opening to him, and slid her tongue over his. His cock strained painfully against the front of his pants. Wanting Amber to feel the hard bulge, he grabbed her by the waist and forced her roughly against him.

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Rebecca Williams is about to achieve her goal of graduating from a prestigious university and winning a coveted spot in her mentor's cutting-edge psychology practice. She just needs one more qualification: sexual experience. She never dreamed it would come at the hands of the man she's admired and wanted for six years. Dr. Kurt Foster.

Kurt, a brilliant psychologist in the field of sexual therapy, is a scientist to the core. Attraction and lust are nothing more than chemical reactions, in his clinical opinion. Love? It's just a figment of the imagination born of nature's directives. He's on the brink of proving it with a new machine that uncovers latent desires.

In short order, Becca's forbidden lust for her boss is exposed. As Kurt continues to enlighten her on the darker facets of her sexuality, the student unexpectedly becomes the teacher.

And suddenly Kurt is confronted with the irrefutable proof that love is so much more than a societal construction.

Warning: This book is only suitable for readers who are turned on by hot doctors engaging in sexual experiments, bondage, ménage a trois, exhibitionism, suspension, anal sex and other deviant behavior using mechanical stimulation devices they've invented to make your wildest dreams come true.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Dream Machine:

"I set a tool I'm going to use to gather data just outside your pussy. In a moment, I'm going to insert it. Then we'll start taking measurements. I need to verify the machines are functioning as intended."

The thought alone made her muscles clamp.
I am so screwed.
His clinical narration couldn't disguise the erotic nature of what was about to happen. Her body strained toward him. More of her come pooled below her ass on the table.

"Though, I have to admit, the sight of you like this is making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Would you like to assist me?” His legendary virility couldn't be suppressed. His reaction would be the same independent of the subject but, unlike her, Kurt didn't feel the need to hide his nature. It would be no hardship to ease his discomfort. In fact, it would be a dream come true.

"Yes, Doctor. Tell me what to do,” she whispered.

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she turned to face him.

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?” Though tempted to lie so he wouldn't think her naïve, the power of his smoky eyes demanded an honest answer.

"No.” She rolled her eyes when her voice came close to squeaking. She wanted to know what he tasted like, what his stiff flesh would feel like against her lips. She wanted to make him experience even a fraction of the longing she did when he came near. She wanted to make him burn, too. “But I want to know how. Teach me?"

Faster than she thought possible, Kurt lunged closer. Holding the base of his cock, he teased her by rubbing the head against her lips to spread his salty moisture over them. When her tongue nipped out and stole a sample, he moaned. Loving that she had the power to affect him too, she reached her tongue out again and licked the purple tip of his cock.

"Open up.” He moaned again, and then thrust between her lips.

Absorbed in her explorations, Rebecca ran her tongue around the ridge of flesh near the head then traced the most prominent vein to his balls. She loved his tangy flavor and the clean, earthy scent of his skin. She tugged him deeper with her unpracticed suckling, letting his groans and sighs guide her. He seemed content to let them both indulge for a moment.

Then, keying the remote in his lab jacket, he triggered the probe's forward motion.

"Ohh!” She moaned around his shaft. The steady pressure built on the opening of her pussy. She struggled to concentrate on his cock as the smooth device impaled her, driving her wild.

"I can feel the vibrations all the way up my spine when you do that.” Kurt's low encouragement filled her with smug satisfaction. He fucked her face with careful, shallow strokes since her bound state limited motion.

The probe bottomed out, fully embedded in her. The base tucked against her sensitive vulva. The monitor across the table from her began drawing a glowing line, measuring the clasp of her channel as the device tunneled into her at a deliberate pace. The whir and low clanking of the moving parts contributed to her arousal. The probe was thicker than Dr. Foster's fingers but nowhere near as wide as the erection overflowing her mouth. She wondered what it would feel like to be stretched so wide.

He initiated the cyclic motion of the probe. It entered then retracted from her hot hole before beginning again. Kurt's growl drew her attention.

"It's working. The monitor is confirming the passion I can see on your face. Damn, that's hot.” When he pressed his shaft further into her mouth, the line on the screen jumped. With a wicked grin, he teased her, “I see you enjoy it when I make you take me deeper. How far can you go, Becca?"

She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to find out. His tempo matched the measured strokes of the probe fucking her. She gripped the machine with her inner muscles, loving the rough friction it generated when it forced its way back inside her. Kurt fondled her breasts as he continued to slide his dick in and out of her sucking mouth. First, he brushed his fingers against her nipples with glancing strokes of his fingertips. Then he pinched them with a gentle grip.

He tested her to see what she liked.

"Mmm.” She moaned around him wondering if the green line climbed on the printout behind her. Surprise filtered through her arousal. She hadn't expected to enjoy pleasuring him this way. The wet sounds of the probe entering her repeatedly mixed with the slurps she made as she swallowed around Kurt's dick.

"This is amazing. The way you surrender to passion is incredible.” He panted now. “Damn it, Becca, ease up. I won't be able to stop myself from coming in your mouth."

At his words, the beeping got higher pitched.

"The probe readings just spiked. You want my hot come on your tongue?” Again, the sounds escalated. His primal shout echoed in the stark room as his cock grew firmer and longer, the ridges gaining definition against her tongue. His revelation must have driven him beyond control.

"Drink it. Every last drop."

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